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Smyth, New York City

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Concierge.com's insider take:

Tribeca and Thompson hotels both seem to have more stars per square foot than a Diddy White Party (I'll see you a De Niro, and raise you a Jay-Z). Stars perch on the exclusive rooftop decks of Thompson's properties in Soho and on the Lower East Side or throw raucous parties in the penthouse suites. But when the hotel group decided to move into Tribeca, it dialed things back a notch. Playing on the anonymity of "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Smyth is meant to be more of a refuge than a playground. The concept plays well in the lobby, which feels like a modern reimagining of a London gentleman's club (think tufted leather alcoves, walls covered in pinstripe suiting fabric, and whimsical touches like a collection of vintage tin robots in the reception area). There's a bit of a disconnect between that vibe and the rooms, whose stark white-on-white bedding and walls can feel a bit cold in comparison. Still, the chrome accents, walnut paneling, and Brazilian modernist furniture feel rich and indulgent, as do the Kiehl's body products and 400-thread-count Sferra linens. The bathrooms add a sexy touch with slightly frosted glass showers, exposing the contours of the occupant to anyone in the bedroom. There are subtle nods to stardom—John Sparagana art based on magazine spreads, lighting fixtures that evoke spotlights—but the mood is decidedly understated. If you're over the hotel-as-nightclub experience and want a look at how stars actually live in the city, Smyth is a good place to find out. The only catch? There's currently no restaurant. But call your buddy Bobby and I'm sure he'll slot you in at Locanda Verde. —Colleen Clark